Whenever I went to the calm beach, it reminds me to my time at Labuan. 5 years staying at the school hostel whereby only around 1 km from the beach. The sound of the wave smashing the beach is stored somewhere in the memory.
When the time is right, the memory will triggered itself and reminds me a lot of good memories, which is always related to some dirty-little-secret of the youthful age.
The wind of different monsoon, the scent of the sea salt and the taste of the ABC from a nearby stall, will always be the pieces of the whole memories during the early stages of discovering love, hate, friendship and friendshit.
Calm beach, where the memories triggered.